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[[!meta title="Sincuvate"]]
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I have been waiting four years for someone to upload the lyrics to
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this so I could translate it. Yay!
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Awoken / My eyes still seeing dreams
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Melting the darkness like mixed pigments
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My screaming heart is searching for light / My sunken eyes shut
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Ah, being born in this world is just fate they say.
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Every time I try to make my mark, it's just forgotten, and those hands
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clasped together. Crack your shell.
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In a helix, two strings twine together,
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and pull together, weaving the story of a dichromatic pair.
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In a small crack, the flowing light... / Shut eyes looked away.
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Ah, being alive in this world is no mistake they say.
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Even if it's just something I say to myself, my forgotten heart responds...
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for a moment would be fine.
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Ah, being born in this world is just fate they say.
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Every time I try to make my mark, it's just forgotten, and those hands
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clasped together. (Crack your shell...)
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Ah, being alive in this world is no mistake they say.
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Even if it's just something I say to myself, my forgotten heart responds.
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